I saw Dane Bowers when I worked in a shop at Gatwick Airport/

He was waiting for someone to go up to him and say "Wow! You're Dane Bowers!" or similar, but no-one did. I could tell because he kept walking around the same aisles without looking at any of the stuff, or trying to buy anything.

While he did, I told my colleague that my friends and I used to say "Well, at least I'm not Dane Bowers" whenever we thought we'd reached rock bottom. Then he left, sad and alone, looking over to us for approval like an unloved, inbred mongrel.

Posted By: Ottosson Foxtrot, Sep 19, 13:27:13